Chapter 3 - Idiots

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Present Day Kaitlin’s POV There was a reason why Blayn looked the way he did. He lived in the gym after years of bullying when we were kids. He wasn’t overweight, but he never lost the puppy fat even before I had left Silver Lake. He trained hard after I left and was now one of our best warriors. He was fine as hell, too; it was such a shame he swung for the other team. Women swooned when he walked into a room. He made it his mission to train me as my little escape from the pack life was filled with absolutely none, and my training was lacking for an Alpha. Usually, we trained in both forms, but being trapped in the city meant “human-style workouts.” He usually had me running, boxing if there was space, and weight lifting for about an hour each while we traveled. The joy of treadmills and human guys staring because a female used the gym had my skin crawling in anticipation. “Do we have to, Blayn?” I pout. “I hardly slept!” He looks at me with an expression I can’t put my finger on. When he goes to open his mouth, it shuts quickly as the elevator comes to a stop a few floors down. He frowns as the doors open, and a familiar scent hits me before my brain registers what my eyes see. I froze as my brain caught up to process what the fück was happening, but before I could respond, Blayn quickly grabbed me and held me against his front, pinning my arms under his and nuzzling my neck in a way that forced my head down. My hair cascades down around our arms, and my hands grip his forearms. I look flushed from trying to remove them from his gorilla grip, making us lovers if they weren’t paying close enough attention. I stop fighting him as the couple turns towards the elevator doors, and my eyes finally process who is standing there. Standing at the elevator doors is a beautiful blonde bombshell dressed in skintight spandex. Hugging each inch of her tiny figure, massive tïts are shoved almost to her chin. But that is not what left me speechless. Behind the suctioned Barbie is ‘The Idïot,’ looking at me with cold, furious eyes. I haven't seen or spoken to him in four years, not since he left me shattered and in pain on the floor of my pack house in front of everyone, not looking back at the damage he left behind. Barbie coughs to let us know we are no longer alone and moves quickly into tight space, pulling him behind her and breaking our eye contact. She also quickly tries to snuggle up as if she needs to prove something to those around her. I instantly unfreeze and turn into Blayn. I now know why he looked like he did and was hiding in my hair, partially for him and me. Blayn looks 100% different from the last time we saw this idïot. He is trying to keep me from tearing into him for hurting me and for hurting Blayn in the process. I feel his intense stare burning into my back as I grip my arms around Blayn’s neck and count slowly in my mind to distract myself. Blayn tightens his grip around me. 'I'm sorry. I can't, Kait.' Blayn says in our mind-link. 'I know, I can't either.' I reassured him it was okay. I know ‘The idïot’ will instantly know whose arms I am in once Blayn talks and still can't scent appropriately if he hasn't said anything to us yet. ‘The idïot’ coughs uncomfortably and starts speaking to the blonde. I don't bother listening to their conversation. I am too busy breathing in the fresh, clean pine scent that is my Beta instead of the smell of fresh-cut grass that makes me want to puke—counting my breaths so they are even and steady. By the grace of the Goddess, the elevator dings, and the doors slide open. I could hear Blondie shuffling out of the elevator, but I didn't immediately hear his footsteps. Unable to help myself, I turned to see if he was gone and noticed he looked sad. Fück him. Fück him to the gates of hell! I giggle as if Blayn has whispered something in my ear, and ‘The idïot’ suddenly remembers himself and bolts out the door after the blonde. Blayn releases a deep breath and gazes into my eyes. I notice the worry reflected in his gaze, and in my mind, I feel a surge of anger from 'The idïot’s' unrestrained feelings about whom I choose to touch. He has no right to feel anything like that toward me anymore. “Come on.” I grab Blayn's hand, and we exit as the doors start closing. We can't use the hotel gym, as they will use it. I refuse to be trapped in a tiny room with that idïot longer than I must. So, I pulled out my phone and looked for the nearest Planet Fitness or something nearby since we have memberships everywhere. Three blocks down, I find what I'm looking for and grab his hand again. We are walking silently down the streets of Boston, hand in hand. “Did you know he would be here?” I can't help but break the silence. Blayn shifts nervously next to me. “Honest answer? No, but I had heard a rumor that he was dating the daughter of Alpha Maxwell of the Cold Creek pack. It would explain why he is here," he says quietly. “According to the invitation, this training is for future Alphas and Betas only, but it is also the first that I know of. Cold Creek still follows the male-only rule. If Alpha Max wants him here, he will more than likely choose him over his daughter, Catie, I think.” Blayn grumbled, and I replied quietly, “Oh.” Some packs refused to allow women as Alphas, but I didn't realize it was so close to home. Cold Creek is just one state away, yet it's one of our nearest neighbors in terms of territorial lines. I remain lost in my empty thoughts for the rest of the walk. We reach Anytime Fitness without further inconvenience, and we both check in with our keys. I head to the locker room to store my bag, and when I come out, Blayn has two treadmills for us. I groan and walk slower towards my impending doom. “I think we would benefit from a long, steady run today. Nothing crazy after that encounter, but that's the extent of my gratitude for the hair curtain.” He says with a hint of a mocking smile. “Done, you don't have to tell me twice!” I say excitedly and hop on. We are naturally fantastic runners. We often run several miles in our wolf form daily, but running inside on the treadmill… kill me now. I grumble under my breath, reluctantly turning on the machine under the watchful eye of my trainer and setting my pace to a leisurely speed of six. After a few minutes, Blayn reaches over, ups my speed to eight, and inclines my machine. I glare at him as I start to pant. I am drenched at mile two, and barely twenty minutes have passed. I already want to tap out. It's not from a lack of effort; I love running and do it often. It's from the anxious feeling of being trapped and running in place while I sense eyes on my skin from all around the gym. It takes a lot of effort to keep my breathing steady and even. Blayn feels it too but shows no unease and has a slight shimmer to his skin. Damn him. I was only going slower and slower as time passed and was ready to be done with this shitty machine. I concentrate on my breathing and try to clear my anxiety, but nothing is working.
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